I picked Bonzy up when he was nine months old, from a lady who DID NOT WANT HIM. I heard about him from a mutual friend and went and got him. He was like "get me out of this hell hole please" so I took him and he never looked back, or cried.

Later, as I got to know him, it was clear Bonzy was much like a rescue dog, and had not been treated well.

Named Bonsai originally, I had a hard time calling a dog belonging to a breed that originated in China, a Japanese word. He also responded to:"Big Dog""Bubba Dog""Bonz-a-rama"Bonz-a-matic"and so on.

Had no fear of other dogs, no matter their size and the few times he got away from me and tore into a large Shepard or Bull dog, he never lost a fight, which was one of the reasons I called him "big Dog"

He was not vicious, but hated to be messed with. We had to sedate him just to have him groomed and in later years, just to see the Veterinarian. I used to get charged a "Difficult dog charge" at the Vets. If you were trying to touch his feet, clip his nails or take his temperature, he would tear you apart! Hahahahahaha, otherwise, he was fine.

As a Shits Shu, he was a big boy, weighing in at 19 pounds, but he was pure bred and had papers.

He traveled with me on the road all those years I was in Insurance claims. He made two complete round trips to and back from Arkansas and one more trip to Arkansas in the old motor home when we gave up many useless materials things and moved down here after my last immediate family member, my brother, died..

He logged thousands of highway miles with me. He lived with me at a camp ground in the Motor home for 50 weeks until we moved to a house in Van Buren County shortly before his death.

He understood countless words and new people thought I was odd, hearing me talk to him. For an example, if you asked him if he wanted something, he would either get excited or sit. Siting down when you asked Bonzy a question meant "no, I don't want to." He communicated as well in many other ways. We understood each other.

He loved squeaky toys and could never have too many to play with.

My beloved companion for 11 plus years. He suffered a stroke, regained his motor skills but slowly lost his hearing and eye sight. When he became completely deaf and blind, although broken hearted, I could not allow him to suffer that indignity and had him euthanized while I held him in my arms.

He was my best friend. He never judged me, he did not care what I looked like, just gave me unconditional love. I miss him.

Many thanks to ~BILL~ for sponsoring Bonzy's page!

Burial:Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend.Specifically: Sits in a nice box on the book case